This afternoon, Thirteen never let go of his arms around Gutou, even harder than his arms around his girlfriend. He always found some small corner to chat, just like a couple in love. All the prisoners couldn't bear it when they saw it.
I couldn't help but sigh, that little mushroom head's butt was ruined.
Don't think why prisons are so unqualified. They are full of monotonous and low-level behaviors such as butt-fucking. The main reason is that this is a prison, and the TVs in daily life are broadcast on limited time channels. For a long time, you can't go beyond a few hundred meters.
In life, year after year, day after day, apart from messing around, I really can’t find anything good to do.
Because of the special characteristics of the mushroom head, several cabin bosses from Area A went up to say hello to Thirteen. Although the mushroom head looks easy to bully, not everyone can bully it. A gangster rabbit is also a gangster rabbit, and only gangsters can
Moveable.
But Thirteen was a mad dog who didn't give anyone any face. No matter who came over, he just said "go away" without raising an eyebrow, and continued to ask questions about "kiss me and me" with the mushroom head. Only Thirteen
No matter how many people he offended, Shisan didn't regard these guys as human beings at all.
Shiigugutou is really a treasure. He has only been in prison for 2 years. From the warden to the sweeper, he knows almost everyone. All kinds of news cannot escape his ears. He can even know 90% of the things in other districts.
The more Shi San asked, the more he felt that the fucker king was the guy he was looking for. He had experience living in Thailand, and his spiritual power was strong and sinister. His motives were also obvious. Of course, his purpose was to raise ghosts.
The purpose is to escape from prison and allow this guy to raise ghosts with all his internal organs. Not to mention the high walls of Tianshui Prison, even the investigators' formations may not be able to block the evil ghosts he has raised.
The excursion was over, and Shisan's mood was indescribably good. He never thought that such a dangerous mission could end so quickly. 1,000 performance points were as easy as picking something out of a bag. When it was lunch time, Shisan was queuing up with a plate in his hand.
San walked up to Fatty. In addition to being a prison guard, this guy also had a part-time job in the kitchen, so Thirteen could meet this guy every time he ate. This was also a way for them to communicate smoothly.
"I found the master, the boss of District D, the guy called Ganfu Wang." Thirteen proudly showed off to the fat scum through lip language, "Get me out quickly, send a mobile unit to get him
Done."
"I'm sorry, it's not possible yet. Regarding Ganfu Wang, the first three people all suspected him, but they were already dead before the evidence was found. There must be a way to prove that he committed the murder. No matter the weapon or the place
, witnesses, anything that can identify the murderer will do." Fatty replied with lip language while serving Thirteen the food.
Thirteen was stunned. He had never seen an investigator say that he needed evidence to catch a bad guy. "Evidence? What do you need evidence for? Do you still plan to open a court to prosecute that bastard? Damn it, just put the suspects to death
*Isn’t it over? How often have we not done this?”
"It's different this time. The murderer is too dangerous. We need to deploy high-level investigators, and it is very likely that we will have to use local investigators who deal with monsters to intervene, so we need accurate information." The fat scum said again.
Shi San shivered all over. It turned out that the superiors had equated the danger level of the subduing master with catching monsters. Damn, this was not a job that a human investigator could do, let alone a temporary worker.
After losing his identity, a feeling of being cheated arises spontaneously.
"Hey, hurry up, people in front of you, do you think this is a buffet?" The prisoner at the back patted Thirteen on the shoulder impatiently and cursed.
The irritable Thirteen picked up the egg soup on the plate, turned around and poured it out, splashing the hot soup all over the guy's face.
Thirteen's pupils dilated at this moment, because the person standing behind him was none other than... the King of Assholes.
The plumeria was still hanging on this guy's forehead, and the soup was dripping down his long hair, making him look like he had just washed his hair.
The boss was taken advantage of, and the five big men standing behind the Ganfu King immediately stood up angrily. When they were about to take action, they were blocked by the Ganfu King's open arms.
I saw Ganfu Wang looking at Thirteen with great interest, and licked the egg soup on his face with his tongue, "Today's egg soup tastes good, I must drink more later."
What to do? Do you want to do it? Right here, try your best. Thirteen has a cage of chopsticks and a hard plastic plate at hand. If broken, it should be used as a weapon.
But, as the fat scum said, do you really dare to take action when there is no evidence to prove that the Ganfu King is the head-dropper? If he is true, once he is the head-dropper, even if he kills the Ganfu King thirteen times,
It's over, and he can't solve the trouble he encountered. It's over, maybe he has discovered his identity, and those few clicks on his back just now... he was defeated!
There is a cliff with no way out. Either stand on the edge and scare yourself to death, or jump down and try the depth of the sea? Will Thirteen shrink back? Thinking of this, his nervous heart calmed down again, and he took a deep breath.
After taking a breath, Thirteen showed a ferocious smile again and said, "I'm treating you to the soup, you're welcome."
After saying that, he put his own plate on the table. Thirteen wanted to leave as if nothing had happened, but was stopped by the men of the Ganfu King, "Damn it, you dare to talk to our boss like this, do you want to die?"
"Don't think that I'm afraid of you just because you're wearing chicken breasts. I guess you fucked your boss so much that you came out as a hero to save the beauty?" Thirteen said coldly and disdainfully.
"Fuck!" The behavior of a non-gay guy being accused of being gay is enough to make all fake gays go berserk. As he said that, the big guy wanted to take action, but was still stopped by the gay fart king.
"Crazy dog boy, were you complimenting me on my beauty just now? You have such a sweet little mouth. I really like the cold and arrogant look on your little face. It seems that no one in the world deserves to be fucked by you. We will have the opportunity to meet in the future."
The Fart King covered his bearded little mouth and winked, turned around and walked away, while his men directly grabbed the dinner plates from the hands of the prisoners who had just finished eating. Those unlucky ones wanted to
Got to queue up for dinner again.
When Mad Dog Thirteen walked to the dining table, everyone looked at him like a doll. The news that he had offended the King of Assholes made him even more famous.
Thirteen had ignored those glances, and his own head was buzzing. He had promised to stay as far away from the target person as possible. The monster-level head-dropping master was more terrifying than the most ferocious evil ghost, but he himself
It aroused his interest. When he thought of this, Thirteen felt that the shoulder that had just been tapped a few times by the Gan Fart King began to itch.
Finally, I found an empty seat in the crowded restaurant. Opposite me was the mushroom head who was eating.
Thirteen sat opposite Shiigu Tou. As soon as his butt fell down, Shiiu Tou picked up the plate and changed the table and sat down. But before leaving the table, he whispered, "Beware of the bathhouse."
Thirteen's expression did not change. He quietly gnawed on apples and drank milk. No matter how many malicious eyes were looking at him, Thirteen still ate his dinner at his own pace. Prison food was tasteless, really.
It tastes terrible.
At 8 o'clock in the evening, it was time to take a bath, and Thirteen was taken to the large communal bathhouse. He held a plastic washbasin, a towel, and a piece of soap. This was all his equipment.
Wearing shorts of the same size and shirtless, Thirteen walked into the public bathhouse. There were seven bathhouse shower areas lined up. When Thirteen arrived, six of the doorways were crowded with people.
, but one of the doors was empty. The guys standing at the other doors didn't look like they were here to take a shower, but more like aunties who came to join in the fun.
Watch out for the bathhouse? The one you should be careful about is the one with no one in front of the door, right? Back off here, Thirteen, who spent two days to earn the title of mad dog, will become a two-stroke husky tomorrow, right? Thirteen didn’t think much about it at all
, hung the towel on his shoulders, and walked into the shower room that wanted to have the words "Welcome" printed on it. As soon as he walked in, a few big men quickly sealed the door, and no one was allowed to enter again. Poor those people
The guys standing outside waiting to watch the excitement were only waiting to see the blood all over the ground when Thirteen's body was dragged out.
That's right, this time the 26 cabin bosses in Area A decided to kill Thirteen after an agreement. They had already chosen a scapegoat, and that guy didn't want to live for a long time. When he came out to take the blame afterwards, his family could still get something.
A considerable reward.
Thirteen was too arrogant and did not give face to any big boss and did not abide by the rules in the prison. If his action of destroying the extremely evil cabin on the first day earned him a place to live a comfortable life in the prison, then his actions on the second day
The behavior that offends many big bosses can only be regarded as seeking death.
It's not a good thing to stay here. Evil people are sometimes more difficult to deal with than evil ghosts. Who can make people have a heart?
Walking into the 0-square-meter bathroom, the place was already filled with smoke. All the shower heads were turned on, creating mist, but no one was standing underneath to take a shower.
Counting carefully, there were about 30 people standing inside wearing only shorts, covering half of their faces with towels. Their physiques looked like they were participating in a bodybuilding competition, and the various hideous tattoos on their bodies looked like...
A tattoo show.
They hold a variety of weapons in their hands. It seems that these guys have really used human creativity to the extreme. They have sharpened toothbrush handles and sticks made from dismantled bed boards. The most creative ones are thumbtack gloves.
Use two layers of tool gloves and add 8 thumbtacks with the tips facing outward. The most brutal one is the 11-blade knife. It has 11 sharp blades embedded in a wooden handle. If you are pulled by this thing, the wound will not be cured.
Stitched.
"It seems that you are not going to let me walk out of here alive today. Thirteen put down the washbasin in his hand, walked to the side of the shower head, soaked his towel with hot water, and then folded the towel in half and wrapped it around his body.
The soap, with a slight flick, turned into the simplest meteor hammer, "What a coincidence, I didn't plan to let you walk out of here."